Five of us lived in a 3-room apartment - mom, dad, me and 2 younger brothers, there was not enough space for everyone. Therefore, as soon as I turned 18, I decided it was time to move out. I found a job, then an apartment, and a very good one, but after 2 months the owner decided to sell it and I had to urgently look for new housing. I stumbled upon a good offer on the Internet, apartments with perfect renovation, and even cheaper rent than the previous apartment, in general, I moved again!
I really liked the apartment, but I didn't like the nightlife in it. Every night, as soon as the time passed one in the morning, the front door knocked and someone walked around the rooms. I clearly saw the shadow of a woman walking, the first days were very scary. And after 10 days, it even became a habit, I knew that exactly at 1:00 a "guest" would come to me, especially since he did not bother me in any way.
Once I decided that I would get up to meet a guest, and at exactly one o'clock I stood at the door, heard the slam of the door, and apparently this "something" did not expect me to see, as usually steps immediately went into the hall, and then there was a stupor, I only see a shadow on wall, standing … and I'm standing … It was difficult to speak, but I did it:
-Send me to drink tea, walk so much, and we have not met yet!
After these words, I went towards the kitchen, steps followed me, I poured 2 cups of tea, just started talking about myself, and suddenly a spoon fell, I realized that this was a sign, they were listening to me. I finished my tea, said goodbye to my guest and went to bed. This time she was in the apartment for a short time, after I left, literally 10 minutes and left.
On the same night, I had a dream that I was sitting in a cafe right next to the cemetery, a woman sits down with me, introduces herself and begins to talk about herself, about her life, and the night passed. In the morning I went to the kitchen and found on the table a medical card in the name of Valentina Ivanovna, the very woman from the dream, I clearly remember her name!
That's how she told me about herself.
Then I asked my neighbor about this Valentina, spoke well of her, only with the children she was lucky, they left her, one might say, they came to the funeral, and then, to share the apartment, so she was apparently angry. And as the tenants began to live there, she did not give them life, she walked around at night like this, everyone fled from there, which is why the rental price is so low.
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Apparently, we are destined to make friends with Valentina Ivanovna. Although now she rarely comes, 2-3 times a week. Here is such a mystical story happened to me on real events.